That too he remembered, at least a couple of jumbled weeks during which Hammer’d essentially sold his body to the highest (at least Cal hoped those ...ho used him so foully paid a high price) bidder. One person who he at first thought was a very pretty woman had brought in a torture device and fixed it to the bed then told Cal to let her put him in the fiendish looking thing.He would either do that or Gina, as the woman had introduced herself would call Hammer and Hammer was about two seconds. "Not me!" Mark said flatly but knowing full well he didn't dare not go. Not if he knew what was good for him and he had an image of that man floating face down near the rocks by pier seven."You've got no choice. I don't have a choice!" Mark's mother said and added almost in tears: "You must go and you're going dressed as a little girl." Mom, what if this is a joke or something?" Mark said."And what if it isn't?" his mother noted."I'm going to call a couple of the guys!" Mark said."Use your cell. ”“Please, Dean, Please. Let me stay the night, and pretend we’re together until they leave. I’ll give it a couple of weeks and then tell them we broke up.”“Where would you sleep?”“In your bed. I’ll behave, I promise. Just one night, Dean. Please.”She collapsed into my chest sobbing. I couldn’t help it, I was always a sucker for crying women. I rubbed her hair, patted her back. “Stop crying, honey. Go to your place and get your sleepwear and a change of clothes. One night! And no hanky. Turning my head I looked at Anita. She was obviously enthralled and while using one hand to explore me she had slipped her other hand inside her own panties. I watched her fingers moving under the fabric and decided to take this to the next level. Without saying a word I reached down and unsnapped my shorts, pulling down the zipper. Anita looked up at me and we leaned together to kiss. While our tongues danced she slipped her hand inside my shorts and pulled my cock out. I looked at it in her.